#Omega

[your-compadre-infinity]

average team dark experience

I posted it on my other account but here , have a version with a little extra!

[niwaart]

LOST OMEGA

Part2

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Y/N is happy, Robin is alive, he's safe and in her arms now, and she'll protect him this time. She won't let anyone touch him again. Y/N looked at the small, scowling Robin in her arms. This Robin may look different from the Robin she knew but... he still has the letter R! And the scent of the pack!! That means he's the Robin she knows! Y/N hugged Robin tightly while gently shaking Robin until he stopped struggling.

Y/N heard footsteps coming from the special ventilation shaft in front of the cell. There were people coming! No! They wanted Robin! She wouldn't let them take Robin from her! Not again!! Y/N pushed Robin behind her back for protection as her claws appeared, ready to kill and devour the flesh of anyone who tried to get close to Robin.

Y/N heard Robin's grumble but protecting him was her priority now. She was right, there were two people who just came out of the vent, she wanted Robin! She wouldn't let them!

Batman stopped in front of the cell with Nightwing who was terrified. Batman was speechless... He expected Robin to be the one to find him in the cell, and not... Not with one of his pack... Or the one who left his pack...

"Batman get me out of here now!" Robin said angrily, unaware of Batman and Nightwing's condition.

Batman came to his senses and broke the iron door of the cell, first he had to get the two out of here, then he could think about Y/N. Breaking the door of the cell, Bruce wanted to go in to check on Robin, why was he still behind Y/N, maybe he was injured. But what he received as soon as he entered was a loud hiss, a strong sour smell, and claws near his face, if he didn't come out in time, maybe his face would be disfigured by now. Nightwing who was about to enter stepped back and looked at Y/N in confusion. Doesn't she remember them?

Y/N looked so thin and small. He couldn’t even fully cover Damian with her body. “Y/N calm down.... do you remember me?” Bruce said in a low voice as he reached out his hand to Y/N calmly, but all he received was a strong, sour smell and a loud hiss, causing the two men to step back. “Ahhh I can’t believe this! Seriously?!” Robin said while still trying to escape Y/N’s grip. Batman and Nightwing were thinking of a way to calm Y/N down, and get them out of here as quickly as possible. “Maybe we should remove the scent blockers, that might help calm her down.” Nightwing suggested and Batman agreed, he didn’t want to remove the scent blockers while he was patrolling, but it was necessary now. Once the two removed the scent blockers from their glands, their scent spread inside the cell, a light soothing scent… the scent of the pack. Y/N stopped hissing and looked at the two men in confusion. This is the smell of the pack! She knows the smell of her pack and her leader! “Bruce?.... Dick?..” Y/N said in a hoarse whisper.

Batman slowly approached the cell again. “Yes, it’s me… You’re safe now. Everything is okay.” Batman walked closer until he was near Y/N and placed his wrist gland on Y/N’s gland that was sore from neglect. As soon as his wrist touched her gland, Y/N immediately leaned into Batman’s arms and clung tightly to him.

Nightwing pulled Robin over and examined him. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, I’m not that weak, and also you two are late.” Little Robin grumbled as he kept his distance from the person called Y/N, he didn’t care if his father knew this person or not, he would never forgive her for insulting his dignity as Robin!

"Bruce, Bruce!! Robin is in danger! The Joker took him! Quick we have to save him!" Y/N muttered in fear trying to pull Bruce. Where to? She didn't know either, but she had to save Robin! "Y/N, calm down Robin is fine, look he's here." Batman pointed to Robin who was next to Nightwing. Y/N shook her head "No! No! I saw him! He's trying to blow up Robin!!" Y/N collapsed crying in Bruce's arms as Bruce hugged her and rocked her trying to calm her down "Don't worry, we'll save him, Robin will be fine." Batman carried her in his arms as he gestured for Nightwing and Robin to get out of the place. As they walked out of the warehouse Y/N had fallen asleep in Batman's arms.

Batman put Y/N in the back seat of the car with Nightwing, Robin sat next to the driver. the ride back would have been silent if Nightwing hadn't spoken up. "Bruce... when she said he blew up Robin... did she mean..."

"Yes, she meant Jason, it seems she saw what happened to him too." Nightwing hoped Batman would refute him but alas. "That means she was kidnapped before Jason died..." Nightwing whispered trying to process what he was saying. "Oh... no wonder she was saying 'I'll save you this time, I'll protect you.'" Robin said after half understanding the point.

Nightwing looked at the sleeping Y/N and felt very guilty, they thought she ran away, left the pack, she had a fight with Bruce before he kidnapped Jason, and then she disappeared, they thought she was gone, like he had left the inn after his fight with Bruce, but they never thought she was kidnapped...

“We’ll call Jason, he has to come, but for now we’ll tell Alfred to get a room ready for her and we’ll run some tests to make sure she’s okay.” Bruce said trying not to look back at her. Bruce called Alfred to get a room ready, while Nightwing held Y/n, perfumed her half-dead gland and cleaning her wounded rabbit ears silently praying that she would forgive him for not calling and checking on her.

[firecurls-27]

It started as me being very sleep delirious (as I possibly still am) wanting to re-make scourge the hedgehog bc fuck Ken Penders, but I went a tad bit crazy and just made a whole bunch of anti’s as I saw fit.

The only one that matters is scorn.

I changed from the crappy “greaser villain look” to the actual opposite of sonic, yet still having similarities to scourge.

Scorn is book smart and works in biology and chemistry unlike Sonic, who is street smart and works in fighting. Scorn has no power unlike Sonic, so he uses his smartness for evil, longing for a power like Sonic’s to gain control.

And I just threw some others in there too bc I was having fun.

Bonus:

Moral of the story kids, go to bed at a decent hour.

[ourladyofomega]

[zeldabotwbrainrot]

HE LOOK LIKE A DAD. *slides my oc in* HE IS A DAD

some comfy omegas to sooth my soul. 🖤𝛀

[squiddiboo]

My piece for the @coroikawinterzine !! I had so much fun drawing this, is this the Purple Team vs X Blood rematch we've been waiting for?

[insomniakisses]

Omegaverse Lore: Omegas

Omegas (Female) -

Omegas are at the bottom of the societal hierarchy. Natural followers, and naturally submissive they are seen as the most useful of the dynamics. Though, they are often disrespected especially by male alphas.

Female Omegas, like real world anatomy, have female genitalia and female reproductive organs. (Unlike male omegas who would have male genitals but female reproductive organs, giving birth via the ass, but that’s enough about that.)

Female Omegas are also more desired than male Omegas. This is mainly due to the birthing process being easier, though female omegas have a lot of other things that makes them more desired. There more submissive, easier to ate with, ten times more fertile and generally have sweeter more attractive scents. They are also more maternal and supportive toward pups and young pack members. Though, even then they are still the most disrespected by rude alphas.

Omega Phases -

Young Omegas are omegas aged 18 to 22. They have very little control on their emotions or body, easily overwhelmed or upset by alphas. They can be scented way to easily, even an accidental brush of the wrist. They are also incredibly fertile, even a few drops of pre-cum can get them pregnant with a pup. Their scents are the sweetest and most enticing. They are the easiest to bond with too, a few seconds close to each other or even a few kisses can leave a long-lasting bonding affect. Due to this they typically have larger packs.

Mature Omegas are omegas aged 23 to 29. They have more control over their bodies and their emotions. It’s less easy to accidently scent them as the scent glands need to be stimulated for at least a minute or two. They are still very fertile but its less likely that they get pregnant from just pre-cum unless the alpha is particularly fertile. There scents are still quite sweet but not nearly as high, though they are still completely irresistible to alphas on the younger side (24-25 and below). Still relatively easy to bond with though they are pickier with who they choose for their mates and packs. Due to this they have smaller packs and stronger bonds with pack members.

Older Omegas are omegas aged 30 and above. They are the most nurturing of all the phases and typically take on the role of second in command alongside the packs head alpha. Their scents are more muted unless they throw their scent out to calm down angry alphas and break up fights. An example of how great their control on their body is. They get less fertile as they age and have smaller heats, until they reach the age heats stop.

Omega Sounds -

Alphas make a range of sounds such as; Purring, Cooing, Growling, Mate call and Pup call. all of which have a specific meaning and reaction from people.

Purring is a sort of soft sound that comes from the omega’s chest, this happens when the omega is in a state of complete relaxation, contentment, and happiness. it’s also soothing sound that can be used for pups or mates.

Cooing is a sort of playful noise that an omega will make when amused, or when they are smug about something.

Growling is quite self-explanatory. It’s a growl that Omegas do, however there is the warning growl and the playful growl. The warning growl is when they are warning someone that they are close to crossing the line and making the Omega uncomfortable. It’s often accompanied by a bitter scent to let the person know there uncomfortable and they need to back off. The playful growl is more of a joke, it’s a light soft growl that stops short halfway and they release a scent to let everyone know it’s a joke. Its typically used in rough housing and play fighting with mates, alphas, other omegas, or pups.

Mate Call is a sort of yip noise that the omega will make to call their mate. They can use it when they want to draw attention to danger, when they want or need their mate’s attention or when their mate is doing something, and they need to stop.

Pup Call is like the mate call but it’s a higher pitched yip. It’s a sort of yip noise that parents make to call their Pup. They use it to tell a pup to come back over if they have wandered to far, to warn a pup against danger or let a pup know they are doing something they shouldn’t before a growl needs to be used.

Types of Wetness -

Much like alphas having different types of boners, omegas have a similar thing. There are two types of wetness an omega can get. Horny wetness, the regular kind of wetness that happens when the omega gets aroused and then there is Happy wetness.

Happy wetness happens when an omega gets so Happy there is an increase and rush of happy pheromones shocking their system, it confuses the feeling for when there is a rush of arousal pheromones and causes the omega to get wet. They can be dripping wet during this time, but their scent gives away they’re not horny just incredibly happy. Though this can be turned into horny wetness and initiate mating if an alpha reacts a certain way. An omega can also get happy wet as a reaction to a pack alpha or their mate getting a happy boner or Happy wet (for omega x omega relationships).

Heats -

Heats are something that happens to Omegas once every 2-3 months, the first day of the heat there is a little blood. A heat is painful for the omega throughout the duration. During this time, their body is perfectly tuned for breeding. There the most fertile and are constantly wet, uncomfortable so as slick literally drips from them. This is all so that they can reproduce and have pups. The Omega’s mind is hazy and taken over with an intense need to mate and breed, the human side of them fading to the omega’s desire. Mated Omegas will have a heat that syncs with their Alpha’s heat. Unmated Omegas tend to lock themselves away until their heat has passed, for their own safety. The younger the Omega the longer their heat goes, this is because it takes them longer to get control back. Heats can stop early if the omega gets pregnant.

Omega Teeth -

An omega’s teeth are pointier than the teeth of humans but a lot less sharp than an alpha. This means it’s harder for them to bite down into someone skin. This makes marking other omegas or alphas harder and fighting harder. It also means it’s harder for them to release the venom they have.

Venom –

Omegas have two types of venom; Mate Venom and Tactical Venom. These types of venom are vastly different. The reasonings for this are listed below.

Mate venom is released when an omega places a mate mark onto their mate. The venom is released with small levels of the omega’s DNA, the purpose of this is for Alphas, as it makes their body more receptive to the Omega. This is Ideal for packs as the Omega who marked the Alpha can easily calm and relax an agitated alpha if they have marked them, easily stopping fights.

Some Omegas will still mate mark an Omega though when venom is released, it does nothing as major. It simply makes the Omega’s body aware there mates and allows them to relax fully around them. It even allows that omega to help during heats.

Tactical venom is released when an Omega is fighting off an alpha and manages to bite them. The effect this venom has is to shock the recipient alphas system. The venom is not nearly as strong as an alpha’s, this means they have to be biting down for a LONG time in order to daze the alpha. In no way is the venom strong enough to sicken or kill an alpha. Instead, Omegas are typically faster runners, so once the alpha is dazed the omega should RUN.

Omega Voice -

Omega voice is a type of commanding, authoritative voice used by Omegas. It is most effective on Mated Alphas, Pups and Other Omegas. They will use this voice when commanding someone to do something. Often older omegas since they are secondary pack leaders, though any Omega has the ability to use the voice. Sometimes, particularly with Young Omegas, the voice can be used by accident when the omega loses their temper or is overwhelmed and uncomfortable. The voice is for commands, and when someone is commanded by a successful use of the omega voice, they have no choice but to obey. It is looked down upon to misuse this voice, especially when the voice is used to command a non-mate or non-pack omega around. Or abusing it on pups.

Omega Nests –

All Omegas nest. It is one of the most common and known traits of omegas. Nesting for omegas is a comfort thing, often during stressful times and pregnancy they will completely tear apart their nest and reorganise it again and again until its “perfect.” Their nests are made of soft fabrics and items such as pillows, bedding, plushies and scented pack and mate clothing.

Omega nests are seen as sacred. Alphas should never enter an omega’s nest without explicit permission. Even if they are mated or pack-mates. Even other Omega’s should realistically ask the omega before entering their nest though often, especially pack-mate omega’s, nest can be shared between omegas. In which case permission isn’t needed.

The only ones that don’t need to ask for permission are pups, especially if it’s that omega’s pup. Pack pups, however, often also have freedom to enter the nest whenever. When pups age up into either young alphas or young omegas then they have to ask as their scents will mess everything up, though most omega parents don’t care.

Pups typically go to an omega parents’ nest over an alpha parent’s den as the nest is a much more comforting place in terms of scent. Plus, dens are typically a mating place whereas nests are a comforting place.

Omega Space -

Omega space is when an Omega’s human side is completely shut off and their Omega is the only one aware of what’s going on. It’s a type of sub-space in a way. The omega is just so deep in into the space they can hardly move or function and need their alpha or a pack alpha to hold them close, scent them and reassure them that their okay and that their safe. They just need to be looked after and protected.

[yatzstar]

Playing Pretend

Omega likes playing pretend, but one day her games aren't so pretend anymore.

Another silly entry for @star-farer's Ik'aad AU! I took the idea of using games as "training" and ran a mile with it. Hope this is a good welcome back from break surprise!

Omega crept into the cockpit, making her best effort to remain silent, her eyes fixed on her quarry: Tech’s spanner. The man himself sat in the pilot’s chair, his back to her as he read something on his datapad, and the spanner lay on the console a few feet away from him. His spanner was one of the tools she was allowed to touch, and she was eager to take it. Boredom had set in, and she was ready to play one of her favorite games.

She stole up to the console, using every ounce of stealth she had been taught. Tech remained unaware up until the moment she wrapped her fingers around the spanner, when she dropped all attempts at being sneaky. She turned and ran from the cockpit, stopping a safe distance beyond the door.

“This is mine!” she proclaimed, holding the spanner aloft triumphantly.

Tech swiveled in his chair, giving her an amused smile. “Is the tool thief making a reappearance?”

Omega could not help a mischievous grin; he was going to play with her, and she loved this game. “Yes!”

“I suppose I have time for one round…” Tech put aside his datapad and leaned forward, his voice dropping. “You have ten seconds.”

Omega’s eyes went wide. That was far less time than she was usually allowed. She turned and scampered away into the Marauder, filled with the frantic anticipation of the game as she sought out her best hiding spot. The place she considered the most hidden was a small compartment beneath the gunner’s mount. Empty of cargo save for a small pile of canvas, it was perfect for a girl her size to conceal herself, and she scrambled into it quickly, hiding behind the canvas.

She huddled in the dark, waiting. There was silence for a few moments, then footsteps thudded on the floor, sending vibrations through her as they got closer. She resisted the urge to wriggle out of sheer excitement; she had stolen Tech’s spanner and got away with it.

“Gonky, did you see the little thief who stole my spanner run by?”

Gonky replied with a series of honks.

“I don’t remember programming you to be so unhelpful.”

Omega grinned to herself, fighting to remain silent as the exchange unfolded nearby. She had learned that staying quiet was an important part of hiding; it took longer to be found if she could keep from laughing, but sometimes it was very hard.

The footsteps moved around some more. “It’s a shame she ran off with it. I think Hunter might actually cry if he has to go without his vibroblade any longer.”

Omega could not help a laugh as she envisioned Tech’s words. She pressed a hand to her mouth, but the giggles slipped out regardless.

“Hm, it seems my ship has suddenly obtained a sense of humor…”

Omega braced herself as the footsteps drifted closer to her hiding place, giving up on trying to stop laughing. After several long moments, Tech’s boots appeared in her line of sight outside of the compartment, and she could restrain herself no longer. With a wild yell, she scrambled out of the compartment as fast as she could, darting between Tech’s legs with the spanner in hand. She made a clean getaway, until she remembered the Marauder’s hatch was closed, preventing her from beginning an outside chase. She paused briefly to think about where to go, and that was long enough. Her feet left the floor and she shrieked, only to dissolve into helpless laughter as she was swung up then sideways, landing safely in Tech’s arms.

“An excellent attempt,” Tech said, smiling down at her, “but I’ve caught you. Give it back.”

Omega held the spanner close, refusing to return it not out of stubbornness, but with the knowledge that this was part of the game as well. “It’s still mine!”

“Are you sure you want to risk refusing?” Tech asked teasingly. “The consequences are dire.”

“Mine!” Omega insisted. She started trying to escape his hold, though her attempts were largely thwarted by her own laughter in the anticipation of what was coming. A new stream of squealing giggles burst from her when a set of fingers tickled her sides mercilessly. “Noho!”

Tech kept a tight hold on her, jointly trapping her and ensuring she didn’t fall no matter how hard she flailed and laughed. “I did warn you, didn’t I?”

In the midst of Omega’s squirming, the spanner finally dropped from her hands to the floor, and she giggled out, “Lemme go you…you villy-an!”

Tech stopped his attack due to his own laughter. “I believe you mean villain, sweet one.”

Omega twisted in his arms, stabbing an accusing finger at him despite being all smiles as she corrected herself. “You villain!”

“That’s right.” Tech bent, picking up the fallen spanner. “Though I argue that you are just as much a villain as me, since you stole my spanner in the first place.”

“Again!” Omega cried, reaching for the tool. “Lemme hide wif it again!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time,” Tech said, holding the object beyond the reach of small, grasping fingers. “I need to fix Hunter’s vibroblade sheath before he tries to do it himself.”

Omega pouted at him. “But it was fun.”

Tech sighed, stowing the spanner in his tool belt. “I know, but the others will be back soon. Simply be patient like you are when you hide. Can you do that for me?”

Omega gave up on the pout, knowing that she was not going to win this one. “Yeah…”

“Thank you, sweet one.” Tech pressed a kiss to her hair before gently depositing her on the floor.

Omega was not pleased, but she did what he asked and returned to her self-contained play. However, as was promised, she did not have to wait long.

“Omega, they’ll be back any minute!” Tech finally called from the cockpit.

Omega shot to her feet, cackling to herself as she scampered off to another one of her hiding spots. This one was less difficult to find, since she merely huddled behind a pile of clothing and blankets underneath one of the bunks, but it was the closest one to her.

Minutes later, the remaining three men returned with their usual clangor. At first, there was a little confusion regarding why they were not being greeted by an exuberant little girl, until they noticed the small set of toes protruding from beneath Wrecker’s bunk, visible through a child’s oversight of every appendage’s visibility.

“We’re back!” Wrecker called, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

Tech stepped from the cockpit, his eyes briefly darting down to the accidental evidence of Omega’s location. “So I gathered.”

“And where’s the kid?” Hunter asked, feigning ignorance.

The corner of Tech’s mouth curled up. “I don’t know. She was in here just a moment ago.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve lost her again.” Wrecker inserted just enough mock outrage into his tone to pull an eye roll from Crosshair and a poorly smothered giggle from beneath the bunk.

Tech shrugged. “She can’t have gone far.”

“Well, I don’t see any sign of her.” Hunter extended his foot, touching the toes ever so lightly with his boot and causing them to vanish with a surprised squeak. “Nothing at all.”

“Oh, what a shame,” Crosshair drawled, setting aside the food they had brought from the local market. “I guess we’ll just have to leave without the little monster.”

“Wait, here I yam!” Omega burst from her hiding place like a small juggernaut, latching onto the nearest set of legs—Hunter’s—with a horrified expression. “Don’t leave!”

Hunter bent, drawing a reassuring hand over Omega’s hair. “We wouldn’t leave you, kid.”

“And you are already on the ship,” Tech reminded her gently.

“Oh…” Omega relaxed as she unraveled the logic, blinking back the frightened tears that had threatened to fall.

“Crosshair didn’t mean it,” Wrecker said, aiming a frown at the sniper. “It was a joke, a really bad one.”

Crosshair snorted. “Excuse me for trying to have a sense of humor.”

Omega gave him a withering look that could rival his own, then crossed her arms and turned her back on him with a harrumph.

Wrecker barked a laugh. “Ha! See? You made her mad.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Crosshair reached out, snagging the girl around her middle and drawing her towards him. “I’m the only one allowed to give the silent treatment on this ship.”

Omega maintained a fierce scowl even as she was settled on Crosshair’s lap.

“Would it help if I said sorry?” Crosshair asked, resting his chin on her hair.

Omega’s expression loosened slightly, but she held her silence.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to find someone else to eat this candy…”

Like a switch had been flipped, Omega’s anger vanished as she turned on Crosshair with wide, eager eyes. “I want candy!”

The battle was already won, but Crosshair decided to tease her a little more. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“No m’not!”

Crosshair raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Omega gave him the most earnest look she could muster. “M’sure!”

“Alright, fine.” With a begrudging grumble that was only for show, Crosshair fished the promised treat from one of his pockets, dropping it into waiting hands.

Omega tore into the brightly-colored wrapping, only remembering after a moment to shout, “Fank you!” before stuffing a glob of gummy sweetness in her mouth.

Hunter eyed Crosshair disapprovingly. “You spoil her too much.”

Crosshair smirked back. “You’re just mad because I’m her favorite.”

“That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told—”

“Hey!” Wrecker called, interrupting the argument before it truly began, “these supplies aren’t gonna unpack themselves!”

Hunter threw Crosshair a glare before going to help Wrecker, but the sniper ignored it in favor of the little girl in his lap. “So you were hiding from us when we got back, were you?”

Omega nodded, swallowing her candy before offering him a blue-stained smile. “Did you see me?”

“No, except for these.” Crosshair pinched lightly at her toes, making her giggle and squirm. “Just because you couldn’t see them doesn’t mean they were hidden.”

Omega furrowed her brow, considering his words with as much thought as she could muster.

“You’ll get it next time,” Crosshair assured her.

Omega turned wide, hopeful eyes on him. “Will you play wif me?”

Crosshair huffed. “Maybe later. I think Hunter and Wrecker need help.”

That diverted Omega’s attention. In a matter of seconds, she had clambered down from Crosshair’s lap ungracefully, running off to assist with unloading the supplies. Now freed, Crosshair stood and wandered over to Tech’s side. “I assume you were observing her.”

“Yes, and she is showing great improvement,” Tech replied. “Her self-awareness is still a little lacking, but she is getting faster at hiding herself. She came close to meeting my ten second ultimatum.”

“Ten seconds?” Crosshair hissed. “You sound like the trainers on Kamino.”

Tech frowned. “It was merely to test her speed. I did not begin searching until she was hidden, regardless of the time limit.”

“Of course.” Crosshair sighed, though a knowing smile tugged at his lips. He had played the same game just as many times as the rest of them. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Tech studied him thoughtfully. “I have been considering introducing some basic aspects of navigation in the dark, perhaps through your knowledge…”

“Tech.” Crosshair’s exasperation returned full force. “You’re overcomplicating this. It’s just a game.”

“Hopefully that is all it ever will be.” Tech shrugged. “It is not meant to be some sort of training regimen. I only want to increase the chances of her safety, if she were to end up in danger.”

“I know.” Crosshair glanced at Omega, who was now seated on Wrecker’s shoulders, asking questions about every item they had brought back. The thought of her facing any sort of danger sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine. “I’ll see if I can come up with something, so long as you take responsibility for any injuries, real or imagined.”

Tech smiled crookedly. “Agreed.”

“Havoc One, checking in.”

Omega reached for the Marauder’s comm. “I read you loud and clear, Havoc One.”

“Good.” There was an audible smile in Hunter’s reply. “We shouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours.”

“And we’re bringin’ food back, so don’t eat anything!” Wrecker chimed in.

“He’s just saying that because he wants more to himself,” Crosshair grumbled.

Omega snickered to herself before answering, “I won’t, I promise.”

Hunter’s sigh crackled through as Wrecker shouted something in the background. “We’ll keep you posted.”

“Okay…I mean, copy that.” With Omega’s reply, a quiet fell over the Marauder. She had been left alone on the ship several times after overcoming a degree of separation anxiety, and the resulting stillness was odd in a space normally crowded by six people. However, she did not mind staying behind this time; she was exhausted after several difficult treks over the preceding days, and no one else seemed particularly excited about being at Batuu’s primary spaceport.

Hunter had made it clear they were getting in and out as fast as possible, and Crosshair had likened the spaceport to a skughole. Just looking out the viewport was enough to give Omega an idea of what kind of place Batuu was. It was worse than Ord Mantell with a dingy spaceport and an even dingier city beyond it. She was content to stay on the ship and start on her somewhat self-appointed task.

“Gonky!” she called. “Are you ready for your bath?”

Gonky’s response was laced with indignation.

“It’s the droid version of a bath,” Omega huffed, grabbing the wire brush from Tech’s pile of tools. “Do you want to be clean or not?”

Gonky grumbled.

“Don’t worry.” Omega patted the droid’s tarnished side. “Hunter and Tech told me how to do it, and I’ll be careful. I know I painted on you a lot when I was small, so I guess I owe you this.”

At that, Gonky tittered, and Omega blushed.

“I wasn’t that bad,” she said, shaking the brush at him threateningly. “And if you’re going to be like that, I can just let Wrecker do this later.”

Gonky wobbled like the idea frightened him.

“I’m just kidding, I’ll do it.” Omega grabbed an old blanket from underneath one of the bunks. “Now come stand on this, so the dirt doesn’t get on the floor…”

She got to work, scrubbing at Gonky’s siding with the brush, talking with him as she did. Taking care to avoid damaging the metal as the grime began to fall away, she became completely engrossed.

The sudden crackling of blaster fire made Omega jump so hard that the brush nearly went flying out of her hands. The noise continued after a brief pause, and she got up, running to the viewport in the cockpit. She expected to see the Batch running for the ship under fire, since that was becoming an increasingly common occurrence, but instead she saw figures she did not recognize trading blaster bolts among the ships, running and shouting.

Omega grabbed for the ship’s comm, pressing herself against the console. “Hunter!”

A reply came after a worrisome pause, underscored by chatter that sounded like a marketplace. “Yeah, kid?”

“Something’s happening outside the ship. There’s blaster fire!”

“How much blaster fire?” Hunter���s tone did not change, but she could practically feel the heightened tension resonating through the comm.

“A lot.” Omega chanced another look outside. “They’re fighting in the spaceport.”

“Port gangs.”

“What’s that?” Omega squeaked, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.

“Groups who fight for control of the spaceport,” Hunter growled, his frustration evident. “We’ve already gotten what we came for. It’s going to take a few minutes, but we’re coming back. In the meantime, just find a place where you stay out of sight, away from the viewports.”

“Okay—!” Omega’s reply ended in a yelp as more blaster shots rang out, too close for comfort.

“Hide, kid,” Hunter urged, “but don’t worry. We’ll be there soon.”

Omega scurried off to obey, the command unearthing old memories of stowing herself away into the far corners of the ship. To her surprise, those corners were now far smaller than she remembered them being, no longer fit for her size. She started looking for a new place, her heart hammering in her chest as the blaster fire continued outside, and she nearly just curled up on the floor next to the nav console before spotting the cargo hold in the ceiling.

“Gonky!” she hissed. “Come here!”

Gonky waddled over, warbling hesitantly as he caught on to her idea.

“I don’t care! Hunter said hide, so I will!” Omega hopped onto the nearest bunk, precariously stepping up onto Gonky’s top. “Just stand still…”

Standing on her tiptoes allowed her to reach the ceiling panel and push it out of place, her fingers catching the edge of the hole. With a tremendous heave that left her arms burning from exertion, she hauled herself up, hanging in the air for a moment before getting her right elbow through the shaft, the rest of her body quickly following. She could barely sit up straight in the low space, but to her relief, there was plenty of room for her to stretch out amid the random crates and cases, which dulled the commotion outside the ship.

Gonky called from below, prompting her to whisper-yell, “I’m fine, just hide!”

There was no response from the droid, leaving Omega to hope he obeyed as she pulled the hatch cover back into place, leaving only a tiny crack for some light. Only then in the stillness did she realize she was shaking, her breathing heavy and loud in the enclosed area. She closed her eyes tight, trying to relax herself and slow her heart, memories trickling back of her playing the same game over and over again when there had been nothing to fear.

She would run off, giggling and filled with glee to a hiding spot and wait, knowing that she would be found sooner or later. Sometimes she stole something and hid away with it, other times she was pursued by an imaginary monster and had to hide, every scenario equally entertaining to her young mind. Her brothers would search for her, ranging from one to all four of them, and she had to stay still and quiet to avoid being caught, at least until she accidentally gave herself up.

The worst of Omega’s fear ebbed, replaced by the comforting memories. She had not thought about those games of pretend in so long that she might as well have forgotten them altogether, but she clung to them tightly now, preoccupied from the chaos beyond the ship so much that she almost didn’t notice when the blaster fire ceased.

She strained to listen in the abrupt silence, picking up muffled voices that sounded loud, though she couldn’t recognize any words. Her knees banged against a crate as a single blaster shot went off, followed by a deep quiet, and she hardly dared to breathe, staring at the thin beam of light leaking into the hold.

The sudden opening of the Marauder’s door made Omega flinch violently, then freeze as her mind flooded with terrible scenarios. She stayed still and quiet, holding her breath, envisioning criminals walking aboard the ship and taking her away—

“Omega?” Hunter called. “Omega, where are you?”

Omega released herself with a huge exhale, calling out weakly, “I’m here.”

A pause, followed by Echo’s confused questions. “What? Where?”

“Here.” Omega pushed the panel aside, poking her head through. Relief flooded her as all five of them regarded her with expressions ranging from surprise to dismay.

“Are you alright?” Hunter asked.

“I’m fine,” she said, though she still felt rattled by the ordeal.

“How’d you get up there?”

“I used Gonky,” Omega confessed, and the droid honked his agreement somewhere beyond her sight. “I thought this would be the best place to hide.”

“You’re correct,” Tech said, looking close to smiling.

Omega studied the distance from her to the floor. “Uh, I’m not sure how to get down.”

Wrecker stretched his arms up toward her, nearly touching the ceiling. “I got you.”

Omega squirmed out of the hold, dropping into Wrecker’s waiting arms, and she was glad when he made no move to put her down on the floor. She did not want to leave the comfort of his embrace anytime soon.

“How did you get them to go away?” she asked, eyeing the quiet darkness beyond the Marauder’s hatch.

“We asked nicely,” Crosshair said, balancing his rifle on his shoulder with one hand and flipping a bolt cartridge with the other.

“Close the hatch,” Hunter told Crosshair. “We can’t hang around.”

Omega watched intently from the safety of Wrecker’s hold. “Why?”

“That gang is probably gonna come back,” Wrecker said. “Crosshair shot one of ‘em in the leg.”

Crosshair shrugged languidly, showing no shame. “Because I was asking nicely.”

To Omega’s disappointment, she had to leave Wrecker’s arms to be safely seated for planetary departure and the jump to hyperspace, which was a surprisingly smooth process. Once the ship was enfolded safely in the whorls of hyperspace, Hunter approached her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m not hurt,” she murmured.

“That’s not quite what I meant.” Hunter put his hand on hers, his strong grip stilling the tremors that remained there.

 “I…I was scared,” she admitted. “They were getting closer to the ship, and I thought they might try to get inside.”

Hunter opened his arms, and he didn’t get a chance to say anything before Omega was in his embrace, curling up in his lap. “They were fighting each other, the ship was just another ship,” he told her. “And even if they had wanted to get inside, they wouldn’t get far without trouble.”

Omega rested her head against his shoulder. “So there was nothing to worry about?”

“There was a gunfight outside the ship, so I’d say there was plenty to worry about,” Echo said.

Hunter sighed, smoothing Omega’s hair, which had been set askew by her stint in the cargo hold. “Which is why we’re going to be more careful about which spaceports we land at, and if it’s anything like Batuu, we’ll just take you with us.”

“Okay,” Omega said, his touch soothing her. “I definitely liked hiding better when it was just a game.”

“You remember that?” Wrecker asked.

“Some of it.”

Tech turned in his seat, looking at Crosshair with something verging on smugness. “I told you—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Crosshair hissed, giving him a withering look in return.

Omega looked from one to the other, mystified. “What?”

“The games you remember were more than that, to a degree,” Tech explained. “I utilized them as an opportunity to teach you how to hide, so if you were ever in a threatening situation, you would know how to conceal yourself effectively. However, I never knew if I was successful until today.”

Omega fidgeted as she processed the new information. “…Did I do a good job?”

“An excellent job,” he assured her. “Though unexpected, the cargo hold was a good choice.”

“But not the safest to access,” Hunter put in.

Omega frowned. “Well, all the hiding spots I remember are a lot smaller than they used to be.”

“You got bigger.” Crosshair smirked at her. “But not by much.”

Wrecker interrupted her indignant reply.  “We can come up with some new ones, probably.”

“You might benefit from learning some actual stealth techniques, now that you’re older.” Tech drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “And there were plans to teach you to navigate in the dark that have not been realized.”

A thoughtful hum rumbled in Hunter’s chest. “That might be a little too ambitious…”

“But I think that sounds…” Omega almost said “fun” but stopped herself, replacing it with a better-sounding word. “…useful.”

Hunter lifted his gaze to Crosshair. “What do you think?”

“Maybe,” Crosshair said, playing with a toothpick. “She’s slightly less accident-prone now.”

“I got into the cargo hold by myself with no problems!” Omega retorted.

“I’ll think about it.”

Omega grinned, knowing that was practically an outright agreement. However, her smile faded when her stomach gave an ominous rumble. “I guess you didn’t get any food…”

“No,” Wrecker said, looking unenthused. “We’ll just have to make do with ration bars and leftovers.”

Omega tried not to let her disappointment show, but she promptly forgot about it when Crosshair pulled a piece of candy from one of his many pockets, tossing it across the aisle to her. She could not help a gasp, beaming at him. “Thank you!”

“Your favoritism is showing,” Echo said, smirking at Crosshair.

“Yeah, you never get me any!” Wrecker cried, only half-serious.

“Because she doesn’t bother me,” Crosshair muttered, standing to leave the cockpit.

Wrecker made to follow him out the door, and Tech was not far behind. “You’re one to talk…”

Omega shared an amused look with Hunter and Echo. She snickered as an argument unfolded, beginning to unwrap her candy and feeling as safe as ever.

[awesomestarfighter]

#'hahaha so true bestie!' leans over to my bodyguard 'you have to kill this clown right now'-vibes

day 348: chattin

[bixels]

out of all my misconceptions and false assumptions about who the sonic characters are, omega's definitely the funniest.

[lunatykmode]

UNO

Someone requested Team Dark playing Uno a while ago and loved the idea.

[muzzachambers]

Welcome to Omega.

Population: wanting you ☠️

[lightwise]

*cackling noises*

Anyway. Survived another semester. So. Star Wars characters as things my friends, professors, and classmates have said (plus a few things i've overheard on campus). two for the price of one bc in spring I forgor

Echo: Fives! GO!

Fives: NO! It's a free country!

Fives: *starts singing Republic anthem*

Echo: you can't sing the national anthem and BE A COWARD!!!

Ahsoka: Maybe they just really wanted there to be a gay weasel

Barriss: Hello. We were just talking about how my grandma's dog has a foot fetish

Sabine, in a class discussing ancient Egyptian art: Okay, don't hate me for this question, but, in the movie The Mummy---

Anakin: I didn't hit him that hard!

Obi-Wan: YOU BROKE HIS NOSE.

Omega: How’d you get those washboard abs, grandma?

Rex: I'd never say anything like that to you on purpose. You're like a daughter to me.

Echo: Thank you

Kanan: I watched two squirrels fighting in the middle of the street this morning. Kinda gave me Hector and Achilles

Din Djarin: WHO IS THIS BABY?

Rex: WHO DID YOU MARRY????

Luke: OH! I got t-boned to this song! :D

Kanan: Thou art the bomb dot com

Hound, dreamily: I want my ashes tested for narcotics

Thorn: They got a dried llama fetus. From Bolivia

Thire: Not the llama fetus

Jesse: Do you eat the cherry pits?

Kix: No? I'm pretty sure those have cyanide in them.

Jesse: *slowly removes cherry pit from mouth*

Obi-Wan: You'd think that with my very high reading level I would have figured that out sooner

Ahsoka: I mean, Yoda's made it that long

Barriss: Okay, but he's filled with happiness and good thoughts. I'm filled with bitterness and ibuprofen.

Ahsoka: This is why we have repentance and insurance

Cody, speaking to a spider in the shower: First of all, you're a pervert

Wooley, awake at 1 am: Next time, we should do drugs

Ezra: I thought I was about to have my Snow White moment, but instead, I almost got rabies

Leia: I'm trying to tell a story, and you're BOOGIEING

Hunter: I like where I am.

Phee: Surrounded by girls?

Hunter: No. Dirt.

Ventress: Give that man some cleavage

Riyo: When I say I've got that dog in me, it's Snoopy

Crosshair: If I was a bird, I would be homicidal

Luke: They made him straight. And SAD.

Wrecker: I don't need you to tell me what to do, number man!

Quinlan: Hear me out---

Luminara: You are NOT allowed to say that

Anakin: Arsonists are easy to catch. They leave a bunch of evidence.

Ahsoka: Like fire?

Anakin: Like fire.

Anakin, to Obi-Wan: You like blondes so blond that you can't tell if they have receding hairlines or not

Leia: I have no moral code when it comes to my father.

Hunter: I just love you, okay?

Crosshair: Okay.

Hunter: And I'm gonna slap you in the face the next time I see you.

Phee: They de-'tismed my boy

Fives, singing weakly, laying the wrong way on a mattress, with his legs up against the wall and head and arms hanging off the edge: 🎶H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go~🎶

Anakin: *shows Ahsoka a clip of the Grinch*

Ahsoka: How did they get live footage of you?

Obi-Wan: What were you saying?

Quinlan: I forgot

Obi-Wan: I know; I was just asking out of courtesy

Luke: A FULL rye chip?! Alms for the poor!

Ventress: Hold on, he's gonna do the slutty cape wave again

Rig Nema: He died of a pulmonary embolism

Kix: Happens to the best of us

Ezra: Should I have known that talking in a spoon in my mouth would make it fall? PROBABLY. But what if this ONE TIME it was DIFFERENT

Hera, abruptly: I need to start listening to more ABBA

Tech: I'm too weird and I need to get weirder.

Obi-Wan: Dead husband. With cancer. At least it's in a nice font.

Satine: Hmm. No.

Obi-Wan: I'm sorry, would it be easier to break the news in Times New Roman?

Phee: I am a very patient woman in terms of patience

Fives: *hands Tup his toast in order to take a picture of Jesse lying next to the trashcan*

Fives: *takes picture*

Fives: *holds out hand* Toast me

Padme: He can make that Perry the Platypus noise- and I think that's hot, by the way-

Echo: I’m going to commit a crime if I have to move these gnomes again

Kanan: My gym skills are akin to a headless chicken attempting hopscotch

[tis-the-marmot]

I like to believe Tech's always watching over Omega as she flies among the stars ❤️‍🩹

[chacolachao]

Reworked and redrew an older illustration for reasons that I'll reveal if all goes well.... hopefully ^^ I guess I'll tell you guys if it goes south anyway lol